I've decided to go vegan. Stop. It's okay. Come back. This isn't going to be a soapbox rant, I promise. I've asked my good friend, Plato, Greek philosopher and fellow vegetarian, to write a guest-blog on the topic. He agreed eagerly. Here is his post.

Don't tell anyone but I recently turned into a 67-year-old man. My life is slowing down before my eyes. No more than 5 years ago, I was the off-the-cuff, seat-of-my-pants, hand-stands-in-my-inlaws'-living-room kind of guy. Today, I'm lucky if I can find a new answer for the crossword after I finish my morning oatmeal.

Tourists from all over the world (but mainly from their parents’ basements in Suburbia, USA) who used to flock to Never-Netherlands for the novelty of smoking weed in public are facing a major buzzkill as the Duh-tch pass a law that only legal residents may buy pot from the abundant coffee shops. That’s like saying the Red Light District will only be on...

Ok, let’s just agree to all be adults here. Adults fart. Sure, kids fart. But adults FART. I once farted in a crowd of people while watching a show and I could actually feel the audience members around me losing years off their lives. The little girl in the row in front of me turned to her Mom with tears in her eyes and the Mom just waved her off, unable...